Readers of this blog know already of my unrequitable disdain for Bud Selig—and yet, who can escape him? Like a septic infection, the man is unignorable.
In recent days he has seized control of the Dodgers (and yet not the Mets) and bloviated about his apparently unstoppable plan to further dilute the meaning of the regular season, yet he's also hinted broadly that he's about to follow in the august footsteps of war criminal John Yoo and peeping tom Ken Starr by taking his act to a congenial law school.
Is the end of Bud Selig, or only the beginning? Somewhere in his knotted little prune of a heart does he feel that he hasn't done enough damage already and must strike again and again in the failing light? Or is this is last gasp of a exiting potentate? Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
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